Fleur

Diamond Ring

2009-03-13T05:49:00.000-07:00

You said that you would not love me last summer
And you said that you would not love me last spring
But I hoped that you would change your mind by autumn
Especially when I bought that diamond ring
But you still said no
You would not have me
You still said no, no, no

I heard that you've been sleeping with your old friends
And I heard when each one left, and broke your heart
I told you then that I would never leave you
I told you that I loved you from the start
You still said no
You wouldn't have me
You still said no, no, no

Pedro the Lion

Never Coming Back Again

2009-03-06T03:21:00.000-08:00

I just came to say I love you and see if you would be needing anything.
To say thank you and how grateful I am for everything you taught me.
It's those long talks I won't forget.
Just to see you smile, it brings me right to them.
So I'll sit here now and hold your hand.
It's these few long hours that make me what I am.

We laugh about the times,
We laughed so hard until we fell asleep this evening.
And then I watch you there alone, in fear, wishing I could speed your breathing.
And all the wind blows through the trees.
I swear they're angels talking back to me.
And I scream please don't leave me here tonight.
I need you now, I need you in my life.

But you're gone and you're never coming back again.
But you're gone and you're never coming back again.
But you're gone and you're never coming back again.
But you're gone and you're never coming back again.
But you're gone and you're never coming, you're never coming back.
But you're gone and you're never coming back again.

Ace Anders

Atmosphere

2009-03-03T04:21:00.000-08:00

Walk in silence,
Don't walk away, in silence.
See the danger,
Always danger,
Endless talking,
Life rebuilding,
Don't walk away.

Walk in silence,
Don't turn away, in silence.
Your confusion,
My illusion,
Worn like a mask of self-hate,
Confronts and then dies.
Don't walk away.

People like you find it easy,
Naked to see,
Walking on air.
Hunting by the rivers,
Through the streets,
Every corner abandoned too soon,
Set down with due care.
Don't walk away in silence,
Don't walk away.

Ian Curtis

Se eu fosse um homem simples...

2009-02-17T02:44:00.000-08:00

Se eu fosse um homem simples,
nós ainda caminhariamos de mãos dadas?
e se eu de repente ficasse cego,
você ainda iria olhar nos meus olhos?
o que será quando eu ficar velho?
e todas as minhas histórias tiverem sido contadas?
seu coração ainda irá bater por mim?
ou ele irá marchar numa nova batida?
se eu fosse um homem simples...

se eu fosse um homem simples
Eu não tivesse uma casa, eu não possuísse nenhuma terra
você ainda continuaria do meu lado?
E nosso ardor ainda incendiaria tão forte?

Às vezes, eu me pergunto porquê,
eu sou tão cheio desses ritmos infinitos
sobre a forma que eu me sinto por dentro.
eu queria poder simplesmente dar uma volta.

se eu fosse um homem simples
e eu poderia te fazer entender
não existiria nenhuma razão para pensar duas vezes.
você seria meu sol; você seria minha luz.

se eu fosse um homem simples...
se eu fosse um homem simples...

às vezes eu me pergunto porquê
eu sou tão cheio desses ritmos infinitos
sobre o jeito que eu sinto por dentro
eu queria...
às vezes...

City and Colour - Sometimes (I wish)

The Longest Story

2009-02-15T06:04:00.000-08:00

Far past these roads there is a place
Where all of our precious dreams remain
Someday I know
I’ll find a way
To keep myself from holding on.
Stay awake with the sound of my voice
I'm restless from the silence in the air.
I want to be somewhere I can see the roads
A place where every time you breathe a wish comes true
I want to be where love is real
And memories of distant days come to life again
Inside this room, time will stand still
As long as I'm not aware of change
The world outside leaves me behind by myself
There's no mercy for those who hold on.

Stay awake with the sound of my voice
I’m restless from the silence in the air
I want to be somewhere I can see the roads
A place where every time you breathe a wish comes true
I want to be where love is real
And memories of distant days come to life again

Far past these roads there is a place
Where all of our precious dreams remain
Someday I know
I’ll find a way
To keep myself from holding on.

I want to be somewhere I can see the roads
A place where every time you breathe a wish comes true
I want to be where love is real
And memories of distant days come to life again

Daphne Loves Derby

O Eterno

2009-02-14T07:38:00.000-08:00

Procissão passa, a gritaria acaba
glória nas alturas aos entes queridos, agora falecidos
conversavam aos brados em torno de suas mesas, sentados
flores espalhadas lavadas pela chuva
Eu parado em frente ao portão do jardim
os via passar como nuvens pelo céu
tentei gritar alto no calor do momento
possuído pela fúria que arde por dentro

Choro como uma criança embora estes anos me tornem mais velho
com crianças eu desperdiço meu tempo
esse é um fardo a ser preservado, embora sua comunhão interna
aceite como maldição um trato azarado
Deitado ao pé do portão no fundo do jardim
minha visão se estica da cerca até o muro
palavras não podem explicar, ações não determinam
estava só assistindo a queda das folhas, nas árvores

Ian Curtis

Poseidon

2009-02-14T04:20:00.000-08:00

Eu sei onde estou
observando como a estrada me aparece
O mar me traz de volta para ti.

The Appleseed Cast

The Difference In The Shades

2009-02-12T05:54:00.000-08:00

Now that it's June, we'll sleep out in the garden.
And if it rains, we'll just sink in to the mud.
Where it is quiet, and much cooler than the house is.
And there's no clocks or phones to wake us up.
Because I have learned that nothing is as pressing,
as the one who's pressing would like you to believe.
And I'm content to walk a little slower,
because there's nowhere that I really need to be.
And I find that life is easier,
when it's just a blur with no details to confuse who or what or where I was,
so when the ending comes, the full regret will seem obscure.

But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
and this apartment could not be prettier as we dance up there alone.
And this TV's old, the color's fucked, do you see the difference in the shades?
But the green's still close to green, my love, and I believe we are the same.
And we'll stay like this, all gold and green - light collects,
it projects your heart on a movie screen.
And if you close your eyes we will always be the way we were that night you crawled inside of me.

And you slept in my blood the way you sleep now,
the quietest hush has consumed this house.
And when the doctors have gone and you sweat through the bed
with the pictures and pills they piled around your head.
Well, just rest now and in a moment you'll know everything.
Was it all a dream?
It's too vague now to recount.
And the outline of the one you loved in a life that was that no longer will be stands above you as you sleep.

Conor Oberst

Fantástica e Gélida Lua

2009-02-04T11:51:00.000-08:00

Todas as melodias estão queimando em minha cabeça,
Minhas mãos também queimam com as coisas que eu não disse.

Enquanto eu tentei ser bom ainda falho,
E então meus esforços são arruinados
Toda a minha pele se torna tão coberta
Compelida a deixa-me completamente...
De volta ao espaço onde nasceu.

Fantástica e Gélida Lua
Você é minha amiga, não morra tão cedo
Enquanto eu vejo uma, meus ligamentos estão irritados,
Seria adorável se alguém me levasse para casa.

Fantástica e Gélida Lua
Eu olho para ti, eu olho para ti
Eu estou bem, alguém roubou os cadarços dos meus sapatos,
Oh, deixe a tua brancura... iluminar meu travesseiro.

Versão de Guillemots - Cool Cold Mon

No Interminável

2009-01-28T16:01:00.000-08:00

No interminável
Tédio da planície
A neve, incerta,
Reluz como areia

Num céu de cobre
Sem luz nenhuma
Crer-se-ia ver viver
E morrer a lua.

Iguais a nuvens
Flutuam cinzentos carvalhos
Das florestas próximas
No vapor d’água.

O céu é de cobre
Sem luz nenhuma
Crer-se-ia ver viver
E morrer - a lua.

Gralha ofegante
E vós, lobos magros
Por estas amargas brisas
Que vos acontece, afinal?

No interminável
Tédio da planície
A neve incerta,
Reluz como areia.

Paul Verlaine